Few of us are left who remember the little ditties beside the road. My favorite one went something like: In school zones heed speed instructions. Protect the little tax deductions.
It must have been my favorite. It is the only one I still remember. School has already started in many communities. I am a teacher. A couple of years ago, one of my students was hit by a truck as he stood in line at the bus stop. Yes, the driver was drunk. Yes, it was about 7:00 a.m. Yes, the child survived. He was in the hospital for a while, recuperating at home for a while. He graduated to a wheel chair for a while, then to crutches.
Two of my children have been hit by cars. (They were both 12 when it happened.) My daughter wanted to wait until after Grand Council Fire to go to the clinic. She was more worried about her new shirt than about her body. My son was taken to the hospital in an ambulance as was the driver of the car who hit him. Poor old guy, it was a Friday, and he was scheduled to have open heart surgery the following Monday. My son was out of the hospital later that day. Bumps, bruises, scratches, abrasions, lacerations, road rash galore all gave him a great story to tell on Monday when he got back to school. Both of mine were hit because they weren’t paying attention to traffic when they crossed the road. Both times the driver was MUCH more traumatized than the child. Let me say that neither of my children were seriously injured.
I don’t know how I would react if I lost one of my children or one of my students. Sometimes, accidents are unavoidable. Texting and driving is avoidable. If your message is so important that it cannot wait until you get where you’re going. Pull into a parking lot. Pull off the road. Put on your flashers if you’re next to the road. I do not want the death or damage of a child on my heart forever. Neither do you. Can we make a pact not to text and drive?